So Much Time to Call My Own

Traveling through the wrong side of the ****?

I tried to find a place somewhere between

But I wasted time in a room with all my needs

And craved like a beast whose after things

So much here to call my own

So much more, play me a through(?)

I think you are right, we are the weak ones

We're always here waiting for someone

Trying to write it down before it's gone

Inside a book although it comes out wrong

So much here to call my own

So much more, play me a through(?)

So much here to call my own

So much more, play me a through(?)